poetry by j matthew waters

do you feel like I do

how do you think I feel
she replies
to my ignorance

it was a rhetorical question

I open the refrigerator
pull out a can of beer
from the top shelf

yeah I know I know

I see your daughter
has been painting elephants

yes mostly pink ones
I confirm

there’s an elephant taking a nap
in the next room

turning to the sink
she washes the sharp knife
placing it in the strainer

having walked away
I make myself
a meatloaf sandwich

february two thousand twenty-three
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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